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Please be inappropriate. Please toss and turn. Please miss me. "Hey, do you know me?" That's what Song Beiqiao asked. After all, no one in Yubei No. 2 High-Tech Factory wouldn't know him. "I don't know." He Huatang simply thought this was just an ordinary question. "Fuck! Don't you know? I remember you." Song Beiqiao made a fool of himself in front of so many younger brothers for the first time. "Thank you, my name is He Huatang." He Huatang felt warm. He was unfamiliar with the place and someone actually took the initiative to recognize him. "You can't understand what I'm saying?" Song Beiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed He Huatang's collar and waved his fist. "I understand this time." He Huatang reflexively held Song Beiqiao's shoulders and ended the erratic conversation with a standard over-the-shoulder throw. The younger brothers were dumbfounded and gained some knowledge. Have to. Song Beiqiao, the cool and handsome Yubei tyrant, became He Huatang's senior fan. He Huatang also expressed his helplessness. But who is Song Beiqiao, Yubei Aaron Kwok? He smiled evilly and He Huatang's heart beat wildly. Forget it, admit defeat. It can be said that he fell into the hands of Song.